god of tomorrow

In particular, Gawain suddenly appeared at the point where the two women landed. Even with her Great Sage-level perception, she could not detect Gawain's movement trajectory, as if he had appeared out of thin air.

That's terrifying!

Although it was somewhat unbelievable, Miroland still had to ask: "The Saintess was no longer pure because of a man, and could not remain in the Temple of All Things, so she had to retire early. Could that man be you?"

Where did you hear this rumor, the Pope spreading about the six-eyed flying fish?

The process was flawed, but the result was correct. Gawain couldn't refute it and readily admitted, "That's right, I am the man who prevented the Holy Maiden from being pure!"

"With your strength, it's difficult for the Temple of All Things to swallow its anger. So, it must be the power you represent..."

Which faction, the Church of Dawn or another major church? Could he be the illegitimate son of some pope?

A smile crept onto Miroland's lips. One valuable kind of person after another appeared. With such good luck, today must be her lucky day.

[Host has triggered the quest [Dark Church Outpost II]]

[Mission Description: The intelligence is incorrect. The danger level of Blue Hole Lake far exceeds that of Red River Town. Even if you possess the Sun Artifact, retrieving the Ram's Head Scepter will not be easy.]

[Side Quest Description: The two little vampires seem to be afraid of the sun. With your abilities, it would be easy to make them praise the sun in their next life.]

Side Quest Rewards: 1000 million EXP, 30 Gold, 200 Basic Free Attribute Points

[Side Quest Description: Although it is a vampire, and although the advantage of being a natural enemy is paramount, this Great Sage easily dealt with Second Sister and Knight Sister. The advantage in cultivation level is enough to make up for the weakness of the race. Please treat this quest with caution.]

[Side Quest Rewards: 1.5 million EXP, 500 million Gold, 5000 Basic Free Attribute Points]

"After dragging on for ages, it's finally done."

Upon first meeting the Great Sage, the system took a while to give what it considered a reasonable task reward. Gawain immediately accepted the task, stopped wasting words with Miroland, clapped his hands, and boundless darkness descended.

Shadow Magic: Eternal Night Sky.

As boundless darkness descended, Miroland stood frozen in place. As an intelligence officer, she knew her church members very well and was certain that she had seen this tactic used on Alina before.

But Alina uses chaos magic, which others cannot obtain through the sacrifice of order...

I understand. Chaos magic users of the same attribute will attract each other. The fact that Elina's chaos magic was used by someone else means that Elina is dead!

In that instant, Miroland thought of many things, including but not limited to the loss of the ram's head scepter in Alina's possession, the leak of information about the Church and the vampires, and the fact that the other side had come prepared...

There was one thing Miroland couldn't understand: since Gawain knew that vampires feared sunlight, why did he start with a welfare card?

Where is your solar magic?

As Miroland was wondering, a bright pillar of light seemed to shoot into the sky ahead, but its target was not her, but her two blood descendants.

There's a problem; the other party's perception is unaffected by the eternal night sky!

Miroland, true to her intelligence-gathering skills, was sharp-minded and exceptionally astute, analyzing the key points in a single glance. She unleashed immense magical power, forcibly altering the physical laws of her surroundings, creating a gray area within the eternal night sky to clear the view.

Gawain retracted his light wings and landed. The six-pointed holy sword transformed into a pendant, standing in the darkness, observing Miroland with his Dark Vision.

After three rounds, the game officially enters the one-on-one duel phase.

The Great Sage's mechanism is beyond doubt; you won't gain anything by forcing your way in, as Tiffany and Jean are the best examples.

To deal with monsters with mechanics, you either need to overwhelm them with sheer numerical superiority or with an even more powerful mechanic.

In terms of numerical values, Gawain still has shortcomings; in terms of mechanics…

His own mother has arranged everything for him!

Gawain's body melted, and he leaped to the bottom of Miroland's skirt, his materialized shadow spear piercing upwards.

Shadow Magic: Chaotic Shadows.

A chaotic mess devoid of logic, a shadow that defies common sense—your existence is defined by you.

Chapter 231 The wound had already healed because the treatment was too slow.

Swish!

The black spear pierced upwards, penetrating Miroland's internal organs, and emerged from his mouth as he cried out in pain.

Its momentum continued unabated, rising straight up like a nailed specimen, until it hung Miroland in mid-air, about ten meters above the ground, before finally stopping.

Miloran's body, frozen in mid-air, shattered like a mirror.

Illusion magic.

The black spear melted, scattered on the ground, and vanished without a trace.

'Shadow Leap' is to merge into the shadow and become the shadow itself. 'Shadow Chaos' is an advanced version, which, based on becoming the shadow itself, materializes the formless and intangible shadow.

The specific form and characteristics of the materialized shadow are defined by the caster's will.

In terms of mana consumption, the casting logic of 'Shadow Chaos' is completely different from the one-time consumption and output of regular magic. Its mana expenditure is dynamic. The longer the caster maintains the shadow, the more complex the defined shadow entity, and the more powerful the effect, the greater the mana consumption.

Conversely, if the caster remains silent in shadow form, the mana consumption is negligible.

A magic with an unknown main attack mechanism and theoretical upper limit, and which requires extremely high magic reserves.

To put it another way, budget determines special effects.

The more funding you have, the more exaggerated the special effects can be; without funding, you'll only get a dark, pixelated mess.

In another folded space, Miroland felt a lingering fear, her lips twitching involuntarily. Luckily, she was cautious and had taken precautions beforehand, otherwise…

Whether she lives or dies is another matter, but the psychological trauma will stay with her for life.

"What kind of magic is this...?"

Gawain appeared in the form of a shadow and even stole Alina's Eternal Night Canopy. The answer was obvious: shadow magic. However, Miroland had never seen magic in this form before and was at a loss for what to do. She didn't even have the courage to confront him head-on, let alone counter him.

My whole body, especially under my skirt, felt chilly and I felt very insecure.

After a moment's hesitation, Miroland abandoned the idea of ​​confronting Gao Wengang head-on. Using the magic tower's access, he passed through the folded space and silently arrived behind Tiffany and Qin.

The shadow returned.

Or perhaps, it lay dormant in the shadows, finally waiting for Miloran.

Gao Wen: If I were the villain, I would make good use of the hostages right now and it wouldn't be wrong to stake things out.

And so, Tiffany and Jean turned their heads and saw Miroland, who was pierced by a black spear and hanging in mid-air.

"..." x2

The two women silently took half a step back. Although the attack did not land on them and only pierced through an illusion, they still felt a pain that they could empathize with.

It hurts so much, it looks painful.

It has nothing to do with gender; even men would find it cringeworthy.

For a moment, the game reached a stalemate.

The phantom's horrific state was chilling. Miroland dared not confront Gawain directly and tried to use the magic tower's authority to move Tiffany or Jean, but Gawain would emerge from the shadows beneath their feet, and the hostage tactic failed.

Gawain's repeated attempts to pierce Miroland were all magical illusions left behind by the latter; he never managed to inflict any actual, effective damage.

Tiffany keenly realized that if they continued to drag this out, Gawain's magic reserves would be the first to run out. They had to destroy the magic tower to prevent Miroland from freely traversing the folded space, so that Gawain would have the advantage in a direct confrontation.

Now, Qin and I are heading straight for the magic tower. Each layer of space extends and blocks our way. It will take at least ten days to half a month to reach the magic tower...

It's not impossible, since we have a sacred artifact!

Tiffany gave Jean a look, telling her not to worry about the consumption of the Winter's Holy Sword, to go all out and destroy everything. After all, the holy artifact is indestructible, so use it to its fullest extent.

Qin nodded, gripping the Holy Sword and unleashing a barrage of attacks. With her superior mobility and explosive power, she swept through the air, shattering spatial barriers one after another, and charged straight towards the location of the magic tower at the bottom of the lake.

With Tiffany providing cover, Wanxiang Guichen was poised to strike, partly to guard against the magic tower's 'elemental storm' and partly to prevent Miroland from launching a sneak attack from behind.

Tiffany was overthinking it. Miroland didn't dare show himself at all, hiding in the folded space, his cold eyes fixed on the shadows beneath the two women's feet, trying to guess where Gawain was hiding.

Time ticked by, and as the Winter Holy Sword continued its unstoppable advance, shattering one extended space after another and about to reach the shores of Blue Hole Lake, Miroland could no longer sit still. He moved swiftly and blocked the path that the holy artifact was destined to take.

The phantoms spread out in layers, with hundreds of exquisite figures standing in all directions, their eyes glowing red as they cast spells in sync, once again targeting the hostages.

We've been waiting for you!

A deep shadow emerged from the hem of Tiffany's robe, like spilled ink, spreading wildly across the forest floor with overwhelming force, turning the land pitch black.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of jet-black blades rose from the shadows, like skewers of candied hawthorns, lifting hundreds of Mirolands and hanging them in mid-air.

The Dark Forest was so magnificent that Qin felt deeply uncomfortable and vowed never to wear a skirt again.

Tiffany was even more uncomfortable. Of all places to hide, why did her little brother always hide from her? Wait a minute, where did he just hide?

Hundreds of phantoms shattered, revealing a pitch-black landscape like a vast ocean. Liquid shadows surged like tides, creating swirling torrents and frantically searching every corner of the surrounding area.

Soon, they found a hazy, indistinct gap in the light and shadow.

An endless black tide surged upwards, completely submerging that area.

Deep within the Black Tide, Miroland stood within a hexagonal barrier, using her Great Sage abilities to modify local physical constants, weaving herself a layer of absolute defense.

A protective barrier with operating lights was set up to ensure she wouldn't be affected by shadows, especially under her skirt, where ample light was provided.

Looking out through the barrier, the black tide enveloping the barrier was swirling rapidly.

Sometimes it mimics a thick black chain, tightly binding the hexagon;

At times, it transforms into a black python, frantically tightening and strangling;

Every now and then, black tentacles covered with suckers and spikes would emerge from all directions, overlapping and densely pressing against the hexagonal barrier, making a squeaking and scratching sound.

The next moment, the offense and defense took turns.

Miroland held his hands in front of his chest, his red eyes gleaming with bloodlust, and slowly brought his palms together.

As she moved, an irrational gravitational force suddenly erupted.

The boundless black tide, churning like boiling water, was firmly imprisoned by pairs of enormous hands, invisible to the naked eye, unable to move away or leap away, nor could it move forward even an inch.

The harsh, squeezing sound came intermittently.

The struggling liquid shadow was forcibly compressed, transforming into a pitch-black figure only the size of a human, yet so deep it seemed capable of swallowing all light.

"Got you?"

The Great Sage is an explorer of the realm of truth, not a controller of truth. Forcibly modifying the parameters of reality and capturing the formless and intangible shadow consumes an unimaginable amount of magical power.

Miroland successfully captured the shadow, a hint of fatigue showing between her brows. She dragged the dark figure in front of her, her eyes flashing red as she guessed Gawain's current form of existence.

As far as she knew, legendary mages could transform their bodies into a pure energy form, becoming semi-elemental or directly elemental, thus becoming immune to most physical attacks.